9. Declan
9
DECLAN
The Next Evening…
We should talk.
Elle sent that text around lunchtime, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about it as I prepared to leave work. Even after everything we’d done over the last few days, I was too pussy to ask for context, so I responded ‘okay’, and she left me on read. It was like she said fuck my anxiety and wanted to fuck the rest of my day up. For hours, I replayed every time we were together, going back to the night at the Juke Box up until we left the hospital yesterday to try and give myself some context, but nothing stood out. On top of not knowing what she wanted to talk about, I didn’t know when she wanted to talk. That statement alone had me spinning.
Just as I locked up my office, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and paused when I saw ‘Junior’ on the screen. I took a deep breath and answered the phone.
“Lil’ Bit.”
I tried to play it cool, but I was nervous as hell.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving work.”
“Come over.”
“When?”
I looked at the phone when I heard the three beeps in my ear. She’d ended the call. Elle was playing with me, and I didn’t know if it was frustrating me or turning me on, or a little bit of both. Outside, I got on my golf cart and headed home. I’d been in the office most of the day, so I hadn’t had a chance to accidently tell on myself to Kemba.
Approaching my house, the garage was down, so I didn’t know if Winter was home or not, but I wished she was gone. Even though being with Elle wasn’t wrong, I still found it hard to leave Winter to go see Elle. I hated how it was so easy for her to leave me to be with God knows who. When I pulled in my yard, I saw Diesel’s truck coming to a stop in front of his house, so I drove over to them, meeting Diesel as he stepped out the truck.
“What’s up, Bro?” I spoke and dapped him up. “They barely kept y’all twenty-four hours. That’s crazy.”
“Hell yeah, but the birth was seamless, and everything is good. Plus, Dr. York knows that she’s going to have overnight care for a while.”
He got my nephew out the backseat.
“Let me see that linebacker.”
Diesel chuckled and pulled the blanket back, showing me a sleeping D2. He looked even more like me today, than yesterday.
“How was his first night?”
“Easy for him. Grey couldn’t get to sleep, and when she finally did, they came in with discharge papers.”
“Damn, sis good?”
“Yeah, she good. Just need some more rest. I’m going to get her to bed.”
I followed him around the truck, and he opened the door for Greysen, while looking at me, smirking.
“Are you good?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Why you ask?”
“Don’t I always ask you if you are good, Declan?”
I nodded, but I knew Diesel. Diesel could give me a look that seemed he knew when I was keeping a secret from him. Yesterday, I slipped up and threw out a very sexual innuendo toward Elle in front of Diesel, and I immediately wished I could take it back, especially when I noticed his eyebrow go up. Hopefully, he had too much on his mind to remember it, but I knew it was a slim chance he didn’t, because he never forgot shit. I wouldn’t make another mistake like that again.
Greysen eased out of the truck.
“Heyy, Uncle D.”
“What’s up, Sis? How you feeling?”
“So exhausted. Your Godson has worn me out.”
“Sorry, sis. The Danger boys always give the women headaches, you know that.”
She shook her head and looked up at Diesel. “Don’t I know it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A’ight now.”
“Bro, you need some help with something?”
“Nah, we good, Bro. I’ll get up with you later.”
“Okay, then. See y’all later.”
I dapped him up and got on my golf cart and drove over to my house. When I walked in the house, it was eerily quiet, but I heard the T.V going so I knew Winter was home. Walking through the foyer, I pulled my phone out to see if I had any notifications from Elle, when I got a glimpse of Winter laying on the couch, looking at the TV. I was surprised that she wasn’t out since Donovan was at the beach with my parents and Deija.
“What’s up, baby?” I spoke in route to our room.
When I didn’t hear her say anything, I backed up and poked my head in the living room.
“Winter?”
She cut her eyes at me and then back at the TV. I stood there for a second, realizing that she was blatantly ignoring me, so I waved her off and continued to our room. I didn’t have time for her shit. She’d been acting weird for the last couple days. Her main rule was ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ and I’d abided by that. It wasn’t my fault that she wouldn’t leave out the bathroom when I came home and got undressed. Elle’s squirt stains were dried around my neck and chest area. There wasn’t any mistaking what it was, and I knew she’d seen it. She’d been giving me the silent treatment since, so I was shocked that she wanted to go to the hospital with me for D2’s birth. Seeing her smile, gave me a little bit of hope that she would actually follow through on her word on giving me another child.
After getting some clothes from the closet, I went in the bathroom and started the shower. Since work was easy today, all I had to do was jump in and out. After I’d brushed my teeth, I got undressed, and stepped in the shower. Standing under the warm water reminded me of Elle squirting on me all damn weekend. I’d been knowing Elle for years and always thought she was a feisty and pretty little something, but I never once wondered what sex with her was like. Just the thought of sliding in her had blood rushing to my dick. I had to shake away those thoughts before I started jacking my dick.
After stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around my waist. I tapped my phone making sure I didn’t have any notifications, before walking out of the bathroom, stopping short when I saw Winter sitting on side of the bed. We locked eyes before I continued into the closet. I didn’t know what games she was trying to play, but I didn’t have time for it. From where I stood, I could see her, but she couldn’t see me. Familiar hard thumps started in my chest, so I finished drying off and began moisturizing to distract myself. I hadn’t had to take an anxiety pill today and I wanted to keep it that way. When I walked out the closet, Winter was still sitting in the same spot.
I ignored her and pulled on my briefs. She kissed her teeth and sighed as I put on my pants. I cut my eyes to her before pulling my shirt over my head.
“Declan! Why are you acting like you don’t see me sitting here?”
“Well, when I came home and spoke to you, you ignored me, so I wasn’t aware you wanted to talk.”
She looked taken aback.
“Declan, I need you to tell me something.”
“What’s that?”
“How long have you known you were…” She paused, her eyes darting around the room like she was afraid to finish her sentence.
I folded my arms.
“I mean… I always had an inkling, because you were always shut off, suppressing maybe repressed feelings, and I feel like you have weird…”
I leaned against the dresser. “Winter.”
“Gay.” She cringed like she couldn’t believe what she’d said.
Taken aback, I replied, “Excuse me? Come again. Gay?”
“I mean… if I knew you were going to be using our open relationship to frolic with… men, I probably wouldn’t have… or I don’t know.”
I laughed until tears pricked my tears. When I looked at her, I realized she was serious.
“Wait. You’re serious?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Gay? For real? Winter, please.” I pushed off the dresser and walked in the bathroom, with her right behind me.
I grabbed my phone off the sink and when I turned to leave, she blocked me.
“Winter, girl, back up. Talking about some fucking gay. Where the fuck that come from?”
“Look at you, getting aggressive about it. You don’t have to lie to me about it, but this changes things for me… for us. You don’t think?”
I shook my head in disbelief, still trying to make sense of what I was hearing.
“Now that I know your secret, are you upset? We can talk about it. I’m not… mad, or weirded out, I just wished I’d known.”
I rubbed my tongue back and forth across the top row of my teeth, trying to calm down.
“Winter. Move. For some odd reason, you are trying to piss me off and—”
“I will keep your secret, and we can stay together. I have no problem being your beard, Declan, but it’s going to come at a hefty cost for you, monthly. Condoms, if we have sex. No other baby. You keep your men, and I keep mine. Discreetly.”
“Back the fuck up, Winter, now.” I hissed lowly, trying to maintain control.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I looked to see ‘Junior’ on the screen. She’d already seen it and was looking at me with a smirk on her face.
“Exactly!”
I looked at Winter and then back at the screen, quickly putting two and two together.
“Wait…” Elle’s name was saved as Junior in my phone. Luckily, I’d deleted all our messages besides the one she’d sent that night. “Oh, yeah.” My lips spread into a tight smile.
“Yeah. Look at how you are grinning. You’re living in your truth, and you can’t contain it. I knew it.”
The nerve of her to go through my phone after she was the one to initiate the open relationship. Either way, I wasn’t going to out me and Elle, and frankly, after hearing what she said about profiting off being a beard had me so fucking pissed off, that I didn’t give a fuck what she believed. I needed to get away from her before I said something I wouldn’t be able to take back.
“You know what… I am, Winter, and it feels good. Now, move. Please.”
Her eyes widened.
I moved her out of the way and walked by her. What I told her wasn’t a lie. Elle did open me up to some things that would be very hard to give up if I had too.
“Look at you. Tell me, are you a top or bottom?”
I looked at her, smirking. “You tell me. You have all the answers, Winter. What do you think?”
She shrugged. “You have the masculine look, but you do act feminine sometimes, Declan. You cry a lot. You have more P.M.S symptoms than me. You’re probably a bottom. I could be wrong though. You did want to stick your dick in my ass that one time.”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten slowly. When I opened them, she was standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips, and her head cocked to the side, ready for a fight.
“I don’t know if you’re trying to get a rise out of me, Winter, but I am going to leave before I let you.” I picked up my watch and snapped it on my wrist. “Have a good evening.”
“Well, what are you? Are you getting bent or…”
I slipped in my slides and left her in the room huffing and puffing. I was glad she knew not to follow me outside, because I probably would have lost it. I snatched the door of the Wolverine opened and dropped inside, sighing. Winter fucked me up with what she’d said and if I thought our relationship wasn’t over at the start of her asking me for an open relationship, I knew the shit was over now. Even if she never found out about Elle, and her and I never broke up, I would never look at her the same. In just a few short weeks, I’d watched Winter transform into a woman I barely knew, or had she already been like that, and I’d ignored it.
When I backed out of the yard, I called Elle back, and it rang a few times before going to voicemail. After redialing and getting the same response, I checked my inbox to see if she’d texted, but she hadn’t, so I didn’t turn around. Citrus Grove was country, but Elle lived in what they called the sticks, because the area was basically empty. The only thing in her area was a gas station and liquor store combination store, a mom-and-pop shop, and the few houses that were on her street.
Like yesterday, I took the backway to her house, so I could go through her back gate. Shit, yesterday. Yester-fucking-day. Truly, my sole purpose of showing up to her house, was to make sure that she was straight, because I didn’t know dude and she looked like she wasn’t interested in talking to him. I took a chance popping up because I wasn’t sure what her first stop would be. I was trying to be a gentleman and that woman wanted nothing to do with that, by the way she bit her lip before trying to run away from me. Her love for roughness gave me a different type of adrenaline rush, and it only intensified after I slid in her the first time. I thought it was because I hadn’t been with another woman in twenty years, but when she let me take her hard and deep in her bathroom, every hair on my body stood up. That shit was electrifying, and it didn’t help that when I looked at her, I could tell she was in a state of euphoria.
When I pulled in her backyard, I saw Elle on her patio dropping a basket of food in a fryer, right before the smell of perfectly seasoned chicken filled the air. As I got closer, she didn’t acknowledge me, but I could tell she was trying not to smile. I turned the motor off and stared at her. She looked different from when I saw her at the hospital yesterday. Her hair was in twists and pulled up into puff at the top of her head, showing off the beautiful marks I left in her skin. She was in an oversized blue short set, but them thighs were still showing perfectly. I got off my Wolverine and walked up to her, matching her goofy ass grin.
“Hi, Ella.”
“Hi, Declan.”
“You got it smelling good as fuck out here. You really be getting down for real. I ain’t know that.”
She picked up the basket and gave the chicken a slight shake before dropping it back in the grease.
She looked at me. “That’s like your third time saying something like that. What you thought I got down like?”
I shrugged. “Just didn’t think you were traditional, traditional.”
“O-hmph.” She rolled her eyes toward me, with those pretty plump lips twisted. “What does traditional, traditional mean?”
“Oh, uh…” I rubbed my teeth across my bottom lip. “That came out very wrong. I’m sorry. However, I don’t expect to pull up and see a woman dropping chicken in an outside fryer, like you are frying a turkey or something.”
“Yeah, I love fried chicken, but not the smell of it lingering in my home. Hol’ up, you don’t think I know how to fry a turkey?”
I massaged my temples. “Fuck. Am I sticking my foot in my mouth?”
She nodded slowly, with a tight grin on her face. “You’re up to your ankle now,” she said, and burst out laughing. “Basically, what you saying is you thought I ate out more than I cooked.”
“Yes. That’s it. I didn’t mean anything offensive by it. I’m really, really sorry, Ella.”
She smiled and picked the basket of chicken up and hung it on the side of the fryer.
“Dec, you get so anxious so fast. Your overthinking habits are so cute.”
“Cute?”
I moved away from the fryer, pulling her with me and lifted her in the air, forcing her to wrap her legs around me. The look on her face told me she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her.
“I been overthinking all day, since your text, and you think my head about to explode is… cute?”
“Well, yes, because—”
Someone cleared their throat behind me, prompting me to slide Elle on her feet, before turning around, and moving her behind me. My eyes widened when I saw her father standing at the door, puffing on his pipe.
“Oh. Uh. Mr. Thomas, how are you doing?”
I approached him with my hand out, and he gripped my hand as I tight as I expected him too. He wasn’t as tall as me, but we were both slender and with the grip on my hand, I knew he was trying to tell me that he could take me if he had too. Our eyes were locked on each other, before I realized he was trying to figure out if I was my twin.
“I’m Declan, not Diesel, Mr. Thomas.”
Elle chuckled under her breath.
“I know who you are, but does that change anything?”
I started to explain, but realized he was right.
“No, sir.”
“Uh-huh.”
He puffed on his pipe and blew smoke an inch away from my face.
“Dad, let his hand go. Ain’t nobody scared of you,” Elle said, laughing, but I didn’t see anything funny.
“He better be scared of me,” he said, his eyes still on me.
“That man is almost forty years younger than you, Dad. He might can take you, I don’t know.”
I whipped my head toward Elle with wide eyes, hoping she’d stop talking, but she was enjoying the show. Searching his face, I couldn’t tell if he was playing or not.
He released my hand. “Young man, I’m bullshitting. You doing a’ight?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Can’t complain.”
He nodded. “It’s always good when you can’t complain.”
I walked over to Elle who put the chicken in the pan, a big smile remaining on her face.
“That’s why I was calling you and was going to tell you before you walked up here calling me a Stepford wife.”
“Come again,” her dad said.
I looked at her dad and shook my head.
“Ella, will you please stop egging on your father? He has old man strength,” I joked, making her laugh.
“Dad, this is for you and Ms. Sherry right here. I’m about to go put it in your bowl, so you can take it to her while it’s hot,” Elle told him, while grabbing the pan.
I leaned over and whispered, “Ella, do not leave me out here with…”
She ignored me and went in the house. Since her father had already sized me up, I didn’t want to look even more pussy by following her in the house. As soon as she slid the patio door closed, the tension instantly became thick. What was a man supposed to say to the father of the girl he’s screwing, while having a girlfriend? The silence was awkward, and trying to look everywhere, and ignore him staring upside my head, was even more awkward.
“Young man, I don’t get in my daughter’s business, but my daughter is my business. I don’t know what your intentions are, but they can’t be good.”
“Why do you say that? We’re just friends, Mr. Thomas.”
He scoffed. “The only thing I respect less than a cheater, is a liar.”
“Mr. Thomas, it’s complicated and hard to explain.”
“Ohh. Now, I understand. You one of them uh… funny boys Della deals with?”
My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
Elle came back through the door with another batch of chicken. The smile on her face was so infectious that I’d be mirroring it if I wasn’t focused on what her dad just said to me.
“Funny boys,” he repeated like he hadn’t just insult me.
I could be a pushover, a big push over, but I hardly tolerated blatant disrespect.
Elle looked at Mr. Thomas. “Dad, what did you just say?”
I eyed him as Elle walked over and set the chicken down on the table.
“I just asked him if he was one your funny boys, because he lied to me to said y’all were just friends, and I ain’t never picked up any of my women friends like that.”
She whipped her head toward him with wide eyes. “Oh my God! Dad, you cannot say that!”
“Got damn it, Della! The list of shit I can’t say is getting longer and longer. You told me I couldn’t say gay—”
Elle rubbed her temples, trying not laugh. “Dad, I did not say you couldn’t say—”
Her eyes darted to me before she walked over and pulled him into the corner of the patio, talking in hushed tones. Remembering the first meeting between me and Winter’s dad was completely different. I could tell he didn’t trust me, but that didn’t stop him from signing off on her marrying me. Sometimes, I wondered if her mother ever asked her why we weren’t married and what her response was. I didn’t have to wonder what her dad thought, because he told me that I needed to make an honest woman out of his daughter, every time he called to beg for money. He didn’t know that I’d asked Winter several times to marry me before I decided to give up.
After a few minutes, Mr. Thomas walked over to me with his hand out, while Elle stayed in the corner.
“Young man, I apologize if you were offended. I do not understand this lifestyle my daughter lives and every other day, it is something new. So, what I meant by funny—”
“Dad, do not try to explain it.” Elle hissed.
I shook his hand. “I understand, Mr. Thomas.”
“Yeah, but make no mistake, that is all I apologize for. I still got my eyes on you.”
He walked over and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple. “Y’all be good now.”
He nodded at me before walking back in the house. The moment he closed the door, I took a deep breath. Elle approached me shaking her head.
“You tell your dad everything like that?”
“God, no! He found a box of my accessories. I’m really sorry about that Declan. My dad is my biggest protector, and he also tries hard to understand a lot of shit that is way out of his elderly depth.”
I watched her knock the excess flower off the chicken and drop it in the basket, before lowering it into the grease.
“Imagine how I feel, when that is the second time today somebody has implied that I was gay.”
She whipped her head up to me with a confused look on her face.
“Yeah. Apparently, Ms. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, was snooping through my phone and seen a text message from you, Junior, and she’s been stewing since, apparently.”
Her mouth dropped.
I wasn’t sure how much I was supposed to discuss my relationship with Elle, but she was much easier to talk to than my siblings. She was a great listener, even though she’d taken up for Winter a few times.
“Ooh, and that is not the kicker.”
“Oh God. I’m about to have to square up… wait, no. How did she think you were gay when we’ve texted very identifying things before?”
“You didn’t believe me when I said I’d delete everything and start over? The message she looked at was from the other night. My phone is not locked, because I do not have anything to hide. I told you that.”
“You should lock your phone, Dec.”
“No, she should abide by her own rules.”
“Well, I don’t want to become a pawn in your quest for some get back against her or any of that, because if she run up on me…”
She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, but not her normal playful look, that was real. She was annoyed by something.
“Hey, wait. Wait. What’s going on, Ella?”
She gave the chicken a shake.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “No. No, I do know. We crossed a huge line yesterday.”
“This is your second time saying that. You said you don’t fuck your subs. That was one, but we decided that I’d do whatever you wanted me to do, and that this was the only thing on my mind right now. So, that excuse has already been accounted for. Why are you saying it a second time?”
She blinked and shook her head as if she was snapping herself out of a thought.
“Well, let me just put everything on the table. Yesterday, at the hospital you looked so… happy. Almost like, it was a complete opposite of what you’d told me about her. I thought that maybe the open relationship was actually helping out y’all situation. And seeing that was a hard shake back to reality. You are a taken man, Declan. And once she finds out that you’re not gay, and I am Junior, it will ruin the dynamic of y’all’s family, which you believe is already tattered. Since getting to know you on a deeper level, I don’t think I could do that to you. I don’t want to do that to you. It’s also a possibility that it could affect my relationship with Greysen. It’s just a lot.”
We eyed each other as I processed everything she’d said. She sighed and turned to give the chicken another shake. She watched the chicken for a moment, then looked back at me, waiting for a response.
“I hear you. I hear everything, but I still feel like there is a missing link in our chain, Ella.”
Her eyes dropped to my lips before she turned back to the fryer and pulled the chicken out of the grease.
“Stop talking like that, please.”
Her jaws were clinched tight.
“Like what?”
“That. All soft like you’re purring.”
“Oh, I know what you’re really saying, and Daddy will take care of that later. I promise, but I really want us to be on the same page here.”
She kissed her teeth. “So, it’s like this. I have always been a tough bitch. When I’m done with people, it’s out of sight and out of mind. This is such a new territory for me. Getting good dick. I’m very comfortable with switching roles and I think you are comfortable with it as well. For me, this is very hard to come by, and knowing that we are on a short timeline, stings. On top of that, you won’t be out of sight and out of mind. This is a challenge I never thought I’d have to face.”
“That makes sense to me, but I don’t get it, I guess. You’re saying a lot of things, but none of it is connecting for me. Why would you need me to be out of sight, Ella?”
“Declan! You’re not at all worried about us maybe catching feelings for each other and this shit going horribly wrong!” She snapped.
I shrugged while shaking my head because I didn’t have a response.
“Nevermind.”
She dumped the chicken in the pan and stomped away from me in the house, and then had the nerve to slam the door shut. I walked inside to see her pulling plates out of the cabinet. It was obvious she was aggravated, so I didn’t want to say anything to further piss her off, so I stood by the table and watched her.
“Do you want a plate?” She asked, not even looking at me, and like she hadn’t just snapped at me.
“Yeah, sure.” I started to sit down, but then stopped. “Wait. Are you going to fix it? No, I’ll come fix it.”
She looked at me, smiling. “Declan, I will fix your plate.”
I went to sit down, but then changed my mind again. “No, I should fix it.”
Elle’s eyebrow went up, making me pause again.
I clasped my hands together in front of me, shrugging. “I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”
Elle cocked her head to the side. “Well, what did I say do?”
I nodded and sat down. “I had a T word joke, but you’re too close to the sink.” I joked, referring to the gun that she kept under the sink.
She looked at me and laughed. “Exactly…”
“Llll…” I sounded out, waiting for her say ‘like’.
Air filled her cheeks, trying to keep herself from laughing.
“You know what, you are not going to be satisfied until I put you out, Declan Danger.”
I held my hands up. “I can’t handle your smoke, Ella D.”
Her cheeks were nearly about to lift off her face as she brought our plates over to the dining room table. Along with the chicken, she’d made rice and gravy, and green beans. Everything looked and smelled so good, and it reminded me that I’d barely ate lunch because of her and that damn text message.
“Lemonade or water?” She asked as she walked back into the kitchen.
“Water is fine.”
She fixed our drinks and brought them to the table and sat down.
“Thank you, Ella. This shit looks fire.”
“You’re welcome, Dec.”
When I bit into the chicken wing, it had the perfect amount of crunch, and it was juicy at the same time.
“Yeah, Lil’ Bit, this taste good as hell.”
“I can do a lil’ some-some.”
After eating a few bites, I drunk some of my water down, using that time to look at Elle, who looked like she was in deep thought.
“I need to say something, Elle.”
She looked at me.
“You know I told you I’d never cheated on Winter besides that birthday fiasco, but since then, I’ve never been with another woman. Twenty years. I’ve never had an emotional affair with another woman. Ella, I’m saying all this to say that this is very new to me, and like you said, scary. Shit, look at us, having this conversation, and it’s only been a weekend. I probably won’t know what to do at the end of this either.”
“See!”
“Yes, but I hadn’t recognized that you could see yourself catching feelings for me. That’s why I didn’t think about it that much.”
“Um, and why not?”
“Ehh, I don’t know. I just didn’t think that I would be your type. I’m very flattered that you could see yourself liking me.”
She grinned. “What do you think my type is?”
I chuckled. “I fear I might say the wrong thing.”
“Just guess. Look at me and tell me what you think my type is?”
My eyes followed her tongue running across her bottom lip. She clasped her hands around her cheeks, smiling innocently, making me laugh.
“You are hilarious, for real. Your type most definitely have to be willing to be tamed by you. That’s first.”
“Oh,” she whispered and sat back in her seat. “What else?”
“Have to know how to tame you. I don’t know if you have a type physically, but I can tell you really like to laugh, and any man that can make a woman laugh already have a foot in the door.”
She smiled and bit her bottom lip. “Declan, you are very kind and thoughtful. That’s like the top two qualities any woman would look for in a man. Baby, I could not stop smiling after I got those flowers. So, yes, you are my type, and I could see myself catching feelings for you. Oh my God!” She clasped her hands around her mouth, shaking her head, quickly.
“What? Are you okay?”
She dropped her hands, shaking her head. “I just broke rule number one in Girl Code-ology. Never let men know you feel. They act a plum fool when they know.”
“They act a plum fool.”
She gave me warning point and I held my hands up laughing.
“But nah, you’re going to make me blush. You know I have so few interactions with women that Kemba have to tell me when girls are flirting or trying to anyway, if they aren’t blatant about wanting to fuck.”
Her eyes turned to slits. “What girls?”
“Tourists, baby. Nothing to worry about.”
She smiled while doing a little dance in her seat.
“In all seriousness, you want to talk about new territory, Ella. When this ends, you will never have to worry about if I’m fucking her like I fucked you, because she doesn’t let me. However, if you bring another man around, I’m going to know that he’s hitting the bottom of your shit, making you squirt all over him.” I cleaned my fingers on the napkin, before caressing her face. “And that is going to fuck with me, because I hadn’t even scratched the surface of the things I have thought about doing to and with you.”
She licked her lips. “I-I am trying to eat, Declan.”
I rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip. “Me too.”
She gasped before looking away from me.
“And later, remind me that you walked away from me, because we’ve talked about what that does to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled.
Hours Later…
After we’d finished eating, and cleaning her kitchen, we came outside on her patio to watch the sun finish setting while trading childhood stories. When I first heard that she was raised by her grandfather from birth, I thought it was cool and wanted to know more about it from her perspective. That prompted her to pull out a photo album, showing me all the pictures of them. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she talked about how he was the most important man in her life, and she would not be the woman she was today without him. In one of the photos, she and her father were playing Connect Four, which was both of our favorite games. She swore that she could whoop my ass in it, so she pulled it out, and challenged me to the best three out of five. I’d already won the first two times.
“Connect Four!” Elle squealed, and shot up, dancing, which I’d noticed she loved to do. “I told you that I just needed to warm up.”
I nodded. “You did say that. I’m very impressed.”
Her joy put a smile on my face. So much so, that I would never tell her that I let her win because her serious face was so pretty, and I liked when her eyebrows went together when she was concentrating.
“Hold up.” She looked down at me. “Did you let me win?”
My eyebrows went together. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because…” She folded her arms across her chest. “If I won fair and square, I feel like you’d be analyzing the board, trying to figure out how you lost. I’ve realized that you are so… literal, and you told me you are an overthinker, soo…”
“Soo…” I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to finish her sentence.
“And plus, you just seem like the type to let me win, because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. Did you let me win, Declan, yes or no?”
My lips spread across my face.
She scoffed playfully.
“If I can defend myself, please. I wanted to play a little longer, so I could look at you. You may think it’s weird, hell I think it’s weird, but I like to study people’s expressions as I get to know them. You bite your lip when you’re concentrating and gnaw at it when you’re frustrated. Your eyes light up when you think you’ve found a great spot. And you dance when you’re happy. I think you’re very pretty, Ella.”
She blushed before coming over to me and straddling me. My dick immediately started to harden. Since our conversation earlier, I wanted her to make the first move, so she would know that the ball was completely in her court. She hadn’t made a move yet, but that didn’t stop us from making sexual jokes. Just being around her was my foreplay and her sitting on my lap had my dick already getting hard. It also didn’t help that she had on the thinnest material, and I could feel her pussy print.
“You know, Declan, you are like one of those weirdo Encyclopedia bros, that just know a bunch of random info, for no reason, but will beat the quantum physics out yo’ coochie. Like, I think that is so fucking sexy like… oh my God.”
“I think there is a compliment in there somewhere,” I said, laughing.
“It is, but that don’t take away from you letting me win,” she said and mushed my forehead.
She climbed off me when her phone vibrated against the table. She picked it up and silenced it before sitting down.
“I don’t know that number, so they better leave a voicemail if it’s important.”
“You don’t have a business number?”
“Yes, I have a Google number that is connected to my phone and have a different ring tone. This number is calling my personal number and is also calling back-to-back without leaving a voicemail or sending a text.”
“You don’t think that it could be important?”
“Um, I am so sorry, Mr. thirty million dollars net worth, umpteen businesses partners, lawyers, assistants, public relations, who else do rich people have to be on call for? Accountants. Who else? I’m just a lonely ol’ sole owner. Anyone calling me back-to-back about to beg or gossip, and I don’t have time for either right now.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Now, was all that necessary, Lil’ Bit?”
Her eyes darted around the patio as if she needed time to think about the answer.
“Not really, but it sounded good. What can I do to get you rowdy?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Rowdy? What does that mean?”
“I’m going to take that as you don’t know what I mean by rowdy and not that you don’t know the actual definition. What I mean is, like, what are you like when you’re mad?”
Thinking, I sat back, and stared out at the yard as she reset the board.
“What am I like when I’m mad? For the most part, I don’t really get mad, for real. My anxiousness doesn’t allow it, really. I’d probably have an anxiety attack when my heart starts beating too fast to be rowdy. It takes a lot to make me angry.”
She looked at me squinting. “You mean to tell me, at not one point in your life, yo’ anxiousness ain’t tell you to…”
She shot up from her seat, fake screaming, and pretending to rip her shirt apart as if she was the Hulk. When she started beating on her chest, I burst out laughing.
“Why are you laughing, Declan? I am so serious,” she said while trying to keep it together. “You probably think I’m crazy. I’m an only child, I had to entertain myself a lot.”
Tears were streaming down my face as she sat down waving me off. I wiped my eyes trying to get myself together.
“That was hilarious.”
She kissed her teeth, shaking her head. “See, I’m trying to help you out and you laughing. I bet at least fifty percent of your anxiety comes from you holding shit the fuck in. You gotta learn how to tell folks I’ll beat yo’ mothafuckin’ ass. It’s gon’ feel so good, I promise.”
I chortled. “Ella, unfortunately, I can’t tell the latest source of my high anxiety that I’ll beat her mothafuckin’ ass.”
She shrugged. “Oh well. It helps. Anyway, don’t let me win this time.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She squinted. “I mean it, Declan.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She dropped a red tab down the center.
I dropped a white tab on the right of hers.
“Question. Now, a few days ago, I called you, and you answered ‘Elle’s’. You gave me your Google number?”
She looked at me with her mouth open before her lips curved into smiled. “Why do you remember stuff?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“You know…” She gave me a warning point with her index finger.
Her phone vibrating cut her off again. She answered and put it on speaker.
“Hello,” she said after a few moments.
Someone cleared their throat. “Is this Elle?”
“Who wanna know?”
“Um, I just searched his bill, and this is the number that came up the most. Leah.”
She looked at the phone in disbelief.
“Leah?”
“Yes.”
Elle didn’t say anything.
“I don’t know how to ask this. Or schedule this. And I’m completely doing this behind his back, but I want to see. I want to know if this is something that I can learn. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. How much do you cost?”
She looked taken aback. “Uh, Leah, where is Benjamin?”
“In his den. I am so desperate, right now. It’s why I am calling you. I want to make him happy, Elle. He just seems like a shell of himself, and he’s really worried that you might not ever talk to him again. I’m really sorry for what I did. I mean, you know, it’s not every day a wife walks in on her husband so… you know.”
“Leah, Sweetheart…”
“We were at an event last night and he just wasn’t himself, and he was honest and told me that he missed you. I asked him if he wanted me to try, and while he didn’t flat out say no, he told me that I needed to see first to understand. I want to see, Elle.”
“Leah, do you know that I have seen Snapped? How I know you and Benjamin is not trying to kill me?”
When Leah burst into a fit of giggles, Elle followed suit, making me shake my head. Only women could go from talking about killing each other to laughing.
“That is so funny. Like I said before, I want to make him happy and I’m willing to try anything. He’s all I have, honestly, and I don’t want to lose him. I don’t want to bore you with my story, but yeah.”
Elle looked at me before her lips slowly curled into a smile.
“My man is coming with me.”
“That’s fine. No, wait. I think that just added another layer of questions. When can I expect you? Do I pay you first? Or… I don’t know. I’m new at this,” she spoke eagerly.
“Leah, calm down. I’ll be there and we’ll discuss it,” Elle said, then ended the call.
“I had to hang up or she would have asked another question. I probably should have asked if you were okay with coming with me.”
“I’m fine. I kind of want to see you in action anyway, since it’s still hard to believe that you do that.”
She stood up. “Then tonight should be very interesting. Do you have any hard no’s?”
When she raised her eyebrows twice quickly, it was my turn to give her a warning point, because I knew exactly what she was about to get at.
“I’m joking, but no, do you?”
“Excrements.”
“Same. We already know that you’re a sadist. Is it safe to say that you’re a voyeur too? Exhibitionist?”
“Yes, to the former and to the latter, I guess we’re about to find out, aren’t we?”
She leaned over and stroked my chin. “Perfect.”
I sat in the passenger seat, high as fuck, while Elle drove us to Benjamin’s house. While she got ready for her sub, I sat on her patio and smoked to calm my nerves. I didn’t know what to expect and knowing Elle, anything I thought, was probably 100% wrong. Every other traffic stop, she looked over at me, so I hoped I didn’t appear nervous.
“Dec, you know you never told me what the kicker was? Earlier when we were talking. Sorry for hijacking the conversation with my shit.”
“It’s all good, Lil’ Bit, but it’s bullshit really. After Winter confirmed my excitement for my gay lover ‘Junior’ because her name popped up on the screen, she agreed that she’d be my beard for a small fee, condoms, if we have sex, and we both get to keep our men.”
I purposely left out the ‘no baby’ part.
She looked at me and then back out at the road shaking her head.
“She also wanted to know if I was a top or bottom because it could go either way since I was masculine physically but acted feminine sometime. She doesn’t care though, she says, nor is she weirded out. Just thought that she should know.”
Her hand tightened around the steering wheel, and she started speeding up.
“Don’t be—”
“What a stupid, idiotic thing to say to somebody you claim you love. I’m going to say this and please tell me if I’m overstepping, but you two ain’t gon’ ever get whatever both of y’all think y’all need from each other. Basically, y’all just staying together assumedly for Lil’ D, because ain’t no way she had something like that queued up without ever having thought about it before. I would rather you tell her it’s me, before you let her continue to mock you. I really don’t like that.”
“Nah, it’s all good, for real. Maybe we needed this shit to open our eyes that it might be time for something different.”
When she looked at me, I kept looking out the front window. Even I couldn’t believe that I’d said something like that because I’ve never had plans on leaving Winter.
“Don’t get mad on my behalf, Lil’ Bit. I just feel comfortable talking to you about this, but please tell me if I’m ever being annoying. I’m going to break Boy Code-ology rule number one. Never let a woman know how much you really like being around them, because they start acting a… what fruit was it again? Peach. Pear. Plum! Plum fool.”
She chortled and hit me in my chest. “You really think you funny, don’t you?”
“I might could pull off a five-minute set at the Juke Box.” I chuckled and shook my head. “But, nah, I was happy to be leaving there, knowing that I was going to see you. Elle, you’ve been taking up a lot of space in my brain so I’m kind of glad we talked about our situation earlier, because I don’t know if I should get used to that feeling or… why are you poking your lip out?”
“Because why you call me Elle?”
“I’m sorry. Ella.”
“Make it better then.”
She leaned over slightly, and I took that as a sign to kiss her cheek, and then I peppered kisses down to her neck, and sucked lightly. She’d pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“God, yes,” she whispered.
I kissed back up her neck and nipped at her ear bud.
“I’m sorry, Ella. Do you forgive me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My dick twitched.
“Are you trying to get me hard girl?”
She responded by nodding enthusiastically.
When she turned in Benjamin’s yard, the size of the house and the small fleet of luxury cars caught me off guard. I immediately noticed the car from yesterday.
“Damn. This dude from yesterday? What does he do for a living?”
“Lead attorney for GHC.”
“That guy from yesterday is an attorney at General Healthcare?”
She nodded. “Looks can be deceiving, huh?”
“Hell yeah.”
When she put her truck in park, the front door to the mansion open and a woman, I assumed to be Leah came out of the door, meeting us as the truck before we could get out good.
“Hey, Leah. This is D,” Elle introduced us as she got her bag out of the backseat.
I threw my head back and she smiled, quickly looking me up and down before Elle closing her backdoor catching her attention.
“Where is he?” Elle asked as we followed Leah up the stairs.
“Still in his den.”
Leah was just as stacked and petite as Elle, so without knowing anything else about Benjamin, I knew he had a type, because both were fine as hell. It also had me wondering if Elle had been with women before.
Once Leah closed and locked us in, she looked at Elle, as if she was waiting for instructions.
“You can follow me in the den, and make yourselves comfortable, while I get him situated.”
“Uh, Baby girl, your man not going to trip about another man being in his crib,” I asked looking around at the grand foyer.
“He trusts Elle with his life. I’m sure you’re fine, D,” she said with a smile on her face.
The smirk on Elle’s face as her eyes darted between us sent chills down my spine. Me and Leah fell in behind Elle as she led us through the kitchen, and down a hall. My chest tightened with each step because of the foreign territory, and I kept looking around for possible exits and or weapons just in case. Elle led us down a short flight of stairs into a dimly lit room.
“Yes, baby,” Benjamin called out, not looking at us coming down his stairs.
He sat in the corner of the room with his legs crossed and his head in a book. The only light was coming from his lamp on the table next to him. There was a short glass of brown liquor on the table, along with a burning cigar in an ashtray. Whatever he was reading, he was heavily engrossed in it to not hear us all of us coming down the stairs. With Elle and Leah, I said Benjamin had a type, but from the small sample size of us two, Elle seemed to have a type too.
“Benny,” Elle called his name.
“Elle?” He jumped up, blinking like he couldn’t believe it was her at first. “Leah, what did you…” He trailed off when he looked at me.
Elle snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. On command, Benjamin eased to his knees and stared at her. While she walked over to him, she pointed at us and then at the love seat across the floor.
“I guess we should hurry because she is scary. You see my nose, don’t you?”
I had to do a double take at her very bruised nose.
“Elle did that to you?” I whispered.
She nodded. “With the butt of her shotgun, but in her defense, I did fuck up her truck when I found out about them.”
“Excuse me? With her shotgun?”
Elle snapped her head toward us. “Why are you two talking? Sit down and be quiet,” she hissed.
I sat down, glancing at Leah’s nose again, still not believing Elle really got down like that, especially with her guns. Everything I thought I knew about her was completely wrong, and the things I was learning about her should have scared me, but I only wanted to know more. Turning my attention toward Elle, she was glaring down at Benjamin, who was looking at the floor. He must have been nervous because he was twiddling his fingers behind his back.
“I am trying to enjoy my time with my master, and I get a call that my sub is acting the fuck up, why?”
Her tone was calm, yet menacing, making the hairs on my body start standing up, so I could only imagine what he felt being in that position.
He turned his head slightly, cutting his eyes at Leah, and Elle’s head nearly snapped off her shoulders before she slapped the piss out of him. The sound of that slap bounced off the walls, making Leah gasp.
“Benny, what the fuck!” She grabbed his chin, yanking his head up toward her. “You looking at another bitch when I’m standing in front of you?” She released his chin and squeezed his cheeks. “Are you out of your mothafuckin’ mind?” She spoke through gritted teeth. “When the fuck did you start disrespecting me?”
She had his jaws so tight that it made it hard for him to speak.
“Don’t fucking try to speak! You just pissed me the fuck off!”
When he tried to speak again, she released his jaws and slapped the fuck out of him again, sending chills down my spine and straight to my dick. She slapped him two more times before she pushed his head down away from her.
“Don’t fucking look at me!”
He sat back on his knees and stared at the floor. After staring at him for him for a few moments, she gripped his face, pulling his head up toward her.
“Benny.” She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. “You know I hate when I have to hurt you, right? You know your mistress hates that, right?”
He nodded slowly. “Yes, Mistress Elle.”
He was gazing up at her, completely under her charm.
“But you know I can’t let that slide, right?”
“Yes, Mistress Elle.”
“I heard that you have been acting different lately, so I wanted to come over here and see what the problem was.”
Out the corner of my eye, I watched Leah who was fixated on her husband. I wondered what was going through her head, watching Elle slap the fuck out of her husband. Elle squatted in front of him and pulled her bag close to her.
“You know what this means, right?”
“Yes, Mistress Elle.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out two thick books, putting them on the floor before pulling out a knife. The sight of the knife had me tensed up because I should have told Elle that blood was also included in my list of hard-nos. I heard Leah inhale and hold her breath.
“Arms out, Benny,” she instructed.
He did as he was told and stretched his arms out slowly, with his palms facing down. I watched intensely, not realizing how tight I was gripping the arm of the love seat. Elle stood and placed a book on each of his hands, making sure they were balanced correctly before squatting back in front of him and picking up the knife. My throat was starting to go dry as I watched her stare at the sharp blade of the knife.
“Now, I am going to go and get changed and if you’re still in this position when I get back, you’ll have passed the first part of your test. Pass the whole test and…”
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, and whatever she made his eyes light up. He moved just a centimeter and the book on his right hand dropped, making everyone in the room inhale sharply. Benjamin froze and time seemed to slow down as Elle’s eyes dropped to the book, and then back at him, smirking. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip before biting it.
“Benny, I am going to let that pass because I know how excited that makes you and it’s been years. So, for that, I am going to let it slide.”
I think me and Leah sighed at the same time. She stood and rebalanced the book on his hand before squatting back into her position. She used her knife and started cutting his shirt off him and then his shorts but left his briefs on. When I was sure that she wasn’t using the knife for anything else, I was relieved. She stood and walked over to the thermostat on the wall and turned it on as low as it could go because that air came on with a vengeance and was blowing directly on all of us.
“You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you? You don’t think I know how much you’ve been training for this, Benny.”
He stared ahead, remaining focused. Balancing two three-pound book on the back of his hands under freezing temperatures sounded like a type of military torture that would make the strongest of soldiers fail. Whatever his mistress had for him had to have been worth it, and I was on edge to see what it was.
“I’ll be back,” Elle said, picking up her bag.
When Leah stood up, Elle stopped and stared at her. “And where the fuck are you going?”
“Uh. Um. To get us… me and D some water,” Leah stumbled over her words.
I didn’t know if she was scared or cold.
“No. You’re fine. Sit down,” Elle commanded, and Leah did just that as Elle continued out of the room.
Minutes ticked by as we waited for Elle to rejoin us back in the room. It seemed like forever because I was watching a man start to shiver from the freezing air blowing on him. Leah hadn’t stopped shifting in the seat since Elle left the room. I was scared to ask her if she was okay, not knowing if Elle’s crazy ass had a listening device around here somewhere. Another fifteen minutes went by before I heard heels tapping against the floor. I looked up to see Elle strutting in the room in the tallest platform heels that only skilled dancers could walk in. My mouth dropped open, unable to make the audible gasp Leah made. My eyes traveled up the netted stockings to the leather body suit that had her waist looking smaller and her breasts sitting up. She’d untwisted her hair and pulled it back to a puff at the nape of her neck. The sight of her left me unable to catch my breath.
“Benny. You doing okay?”
“Yes, Mistress Elle,” he replied, calmly.
I imagined if replied with any more force, one or both of those books would fall off his hands. She walked across the room and returned the air to normal. I enjoyed the cold air because it was preventing my blood from hardening my dick. Elle walked over and stood in front of him and stared down at him. Her hard nipples poked through the leather perfectly and my mouth started to water as thoughts of nibbling on them crossed my mind.
“Are you ready to apologize for disrespecting me?”
“Yes, Mistress Elle,” he mumbled.
“And to your wife.”
“Yes, Mistress Elle.”
“And to my Master for interrupting his day with his Baby girl.”
“Yes. Mistress Elle, I will do anything for you.”
He sounded so desperate.
“That is what I love to hear, Benny.”
She removed the books one by one and if he was relieved, he didn’t show it. Without command, Benny lowered himself to Elle’s feet and started kissing the visible part of her toes. I slowly moved my arm across my lap to cover my dick growing down my leg. The more he kissed around her feet, the harder I got. It was like Elle knew I was getting ready to explode and she backed away from him, simmering my boiling lid. I rested my head against the back of the couch to try so I could catch breath.
“Stay just like that, Benny,” She ordered him.
He got comfortable in that position while she walked over to the cabinet, and pulled the doors open, revealing a bunch of whips, chains, and other shit. It didn’t take her long to come out of the cabinet with a flogger and walk back over to Benjamin, giving me and Leah a full view of her ass. Without notice, she slapped the flogger against the back of his thigh. The room was still freezing cold, so I knew that felt like shards of ice digging into his skin. She hit him again, in the same spot, and I tensed up like she’d hit me. The look on his face expressed he wasn’t ready for the hit but was satisfied with the pain. Leah’s hand was in between the couch cushions, gripping it tight.
“How many of those you think you can handle, Benny?”
“As many as you give me, Mistress Elle.”
“Good.”
She put her foot on Benjamin’s back, pushing the heel into his skin. The deeper she pushed, the more I tensed as if I could feel his pain. Elle raised the flogger above her head and brought it down on his back again, making him wince.
“I thought you said that you could handle it, Benny! You’re pathetic!”
She slapped it against his back again, in the same spot again. I could see the welts forming on his skin. When she hit him again, blood rushed to the head of my dick so fast, I had to press my wrist against the head of my dick to relieve some pressure before I nutted on myself. Out the corner of my eye, I noticed that Leah had caught me touching my dick print, and she covered her lips with her fingers to hide her smirk. Elle and her performance had me feeling to many things to be feel embarrassed. Every time she hit him, the hair on my body stood where she’d flogged him.
“Look at your wife and apologize for being weak!”
His eyes popped open, and he looked at Leah.
“Leah, I-I apologize for being weak,” Benjamin murmured.
Elle looked at Leah, and her shoulders straightened as if she was about to be punished.
“Do you accept his apology?”
She nodded quickly.
“I can’t hear you!”
“Y-yes, Mistress Elle,” Leah sputtered, and Elle responded with a wink.
Fuck.
I added more pressure to my dick because I was going to erupt. Leah looked like she couldn’t believe what she’d just said.
“Now apologize to my master for ruining our session.”
He cut his eyes towards me. “I apologize for ruining your session with Mistress Elle.”
Elle looked at me. “Daddy, do you forgive him?”
“Should I?”
Elle’s eyes turned into slits. “You think he needs more?”
I nodded.
She smacked him again, keeping her eyes on me. I looked at Benjamin’s face and it seemed as if he was enjoying it.
“Again, Daddy?”
“Yes.”
She smacked him again, and then looked at me, waiting for another command.
“One last time, Ella, and make it count. I want to see how strong you are.”
Elle raised the flogger above her head and came down across his back as hard as she could. When he grunted from the pain, a surge of adrenaline shot through me. I closed my eyes so I could get myself together. I listened to Elle’s shoes tap across the floor, back to the cabinet. When I opened my eyes, she was straddling his lower back and dropping some oil on his back.
“You did really good tonight, Benny.”
She massaged the oil into his skin.
“I only want to please you, Mistress Elle.”
She stood up. “Good. You passed your test, so I have something for you. Turn over.”
He turned over and stared up at her.
“Stay like that.”
Elle walked over and straddled me backwards, folding one leg next to my thigh kept one on the floor. Instantly, I could feel her wetness seeping through my pants. She lifted herself and reached between us, tugging at my waistband. There wasn’t a question about what she wanted and what she was about to do, so I lifted my hips, and helped her pull my pants down.
“Watch me, Benny,” she instructed him.
She grabbed my dick out of my briefs and lined her pussy up with the head of my dick and slid down on me until she was full.
“Oh my God,” Leah whispered, looking from us to her husband.
I couldn’t see him because of the way Elle sat on me.
“It’s been years since you’ve had this treat, huh, Benny,” Elle said.
She was pulling the out of the air out of me. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked into her. I needed to release some of the adrenaline flowing through me.
“Ella,” I choked.
“Give it to me, Daddy.”
She’d stopped bouncing and started rocking, meeting my thrusts. The moment my head rubbed against her insides; I exploded inside of her.
“Fuckk,” I grunted.
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Oh, Benny, Daddy just gave me a lot of it. You’re going to love this.”
Elle didn’t stop rocking until my dick slipped out of her. She climbed off me and went squatted over Benjamin’s face.
“Open your mouth, Benny,” she commanded.
She started pushing my cum out of her pussy and onto his lips. I tugged at my shirt because it started to seem like it was tightening around my neck. I fixed my clothes just to distract my brain for a few seconds, but that wasn’t working.
“Oh my God,” Leah mumbled.
She looked down at him. “How does my Master taste, Benny?”
“So good, Mistress Elle.”
When she was done, she climbed off him and walked over to me with a wicked ass smirk on her face. Elle nodded Leah over to Benjamin and she hopped off the couch and went over and straddled him, crashing her lips against his, with remnants of my cum over his lips. Watching them was making my dick start to stand back up. Elle cleared her throat, pulling my attention from Leah and Benjamin, but there was hardly any feelings in my legs to push myself up. When Leah started fumbling with Benjamin’s briefs, Elle held her hands out, offering to help me up. I stood up, but my legs were wobbly, but I managed to follow her out of the room to the bathroom across the hall. I leaned against the door frame watching her get undressed.
“You okay, Declan?”
“I think so.”
“You think so?”
I nodded. It was hard to think with the loud fucking sounds coming from the den. After Elle got dressed, she gathered her things and led me out of the house. Once we were outside, I walked her to her side of the truck and waited for her to unlock the door.
“Wait, Declan. Did I overstep? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
I learned against her truck and shoved my hands in my pocket. “I can’t. Ella. I’m uh… very, overstimulated right now.”
“Overstimulated? Like you had to much caffeine or something?”
“Sure. You can say that.”
“Oh.” She looked down at the ground and then back at me. “How did it happen?”
“How did it happen? Ella. You just… had three people under your complete control in that room, and you looked so… so fucking sexy while doing it. Have you ever done that before? Is it like that all the time?”
She giggled. “Very seldom do we have an audience, but the few times we did, yeah, it was like that.”
“You don’t feel like a witch or nothing?”
She burst out laughing. “Declan, you can say that you enjoyed my performance without all that.”
“I couldn’t fucking breathe in there.”
“Why couldn’t you breathe, Declan?”
“Why couldn’t I breathe? Why couldn’t I breathe! Elle, the things you did. The things you said. I-I-I…” I shook my head, started massaging my neck. “Girl.”
“So, what you’re saying is…” She stepped closer to me and grabbed my crotch. “You enjoyed my performance that much, huh? You were so fucking hard in there. Did you enjoy making someone else your bitch?”
“Ella.” I inhaled.
She gripped my dick harder. “Ella what? Tell me.”
Looking around, Benjamin didn’t have any neighbors, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. She stuck her hands in my pants and started stroking my dick through my briefs.
“Will this help you calm down, Declan?”
“Baby girl.”
“Tell me, Daddy, what would you rate my performance?”
“Fuck,” I sighed.
She squatted, pulling my pants and briefs to my thighs, and took my dick in her mouth. I stared at the stars because if I looked at her, I’d nut so fast. When she deep throated me, I held her head at the base of my dick and pulled her off slowly.
“Dec, look at me, please.”
I looked down at her, and she was staring up at me with those big, bright eyes. She looked so innocent that if I hadn’t saw what I just did with my own two eyes, I’d never believe it.
“Master, was my performance up to your standards?”
She didn’t give me time to respond before she took my dick back in her mouth and started sucking me in slow and deep. She kept her eyes on me waiting for praise.
“Your performance was perfect, Ella. Perfect. I could watch you do that any day of the week.”
That fired her ass up before she started swallowing my shit, forcing my head past her tonsils. I slowed her up by grabbing her chin.
“Even if you were my girl, Ella, I could watch you perform.”
That made her tighten her jaws even more, and my nut came faster than expected.
“Shit! Fuck. I’m about to nut, girl.”
She sucked me tighter until I drained my dick in her mouth. I stared at her as she let my dick fall out of her mouth.
She licked her lips. “What? You shouldn’t have said what you said.”
I fixed my clothes and pulled her to her feet.
“And I meant every fucking word of it.”
The way she looked at me, made me laugh, because her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I opened her door for her and helped her inside, before I walked around and got in on the passenger side. After two nuts, my adrenaline slowed down, but my mind was still all over the fucking place. Before she pulled of his driveway, her phone lit up. She looked at it and smiled.
“Oh, look.”
She held her phone up to my face and it was a message from Benny.
Benny: Mistress. Twenty grand for tonight. Plus, an extra ten for that treat and that extra show you just put on for us in my driveway. Hope we can do that again, sometime. Later.
“Damn, Lil’ Bit. Y’all locked in like that.”
“Yeah, we are. Would that be an issue if I was your hypothetical girlfriend?”
“Honestly, that wouldn’t bother me at all.”
She chuckled. “It’s easy for you to say that now, because I’m not yours.”
I looked at her. “You not?”
She flashed me the cutest smile, but I didn’t know if that meant she believed me or not. I really hoped she believed me because I was telling the truth. She was mine and I could watch her perform.
I sat outside my house dreading going in. I’d just had the best night of my life with Elle, and I had a hard ass time leaving her, just like she had a hard time letting me leave. When we made it to her house, we sat in her truck and kissed for a long ass time, which almost led to us fucking. When she walked me out back to my Wolverine, we kissed again, for a long ass time, which almost led to us fucking again. Because of the hard time I had leaving her, the conversation we had earlier was on my mind damn near the whole way home until I looked at my phone and saw that I had multiple messages and missed calls from Winter. It couldn’t have been important because someone else in my family would have called or texted me.
I stepped off the Wolverine and walked up to the door and let myself in. It was after midnight, so I expected the house to be quiet. I walked in the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water out of the refrigerator when I saw a cake inside with Congratulations written in the center. Closing the refrigerator door, I damn near jumped out of my shoes when I saw my little sister Demetria, standing there with her arms folded.
“Jesus, Metri! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here, girl?”
“I came here to see my new nephew and to celebrate your new deal that—”
“Mom can’t hold water.”
I cracked open my bottle of water and sipped some down.
“That’s not new information. And I get here, and Winter says you’re gone, so I was going to wait up for you, but I see you were out…” She leaned in, sniffing me, and then held her nose. “Oh my God! Declan Danger,” she whisper-shouted. “Is that sex?”
I gulped some more of my water down.
“Oh my God. That is sex. You’re cheating on Winter?”
“It’s a long story.”
“How long of a story? I’m wired, right now.”
“Denim came with you?”
“Yeah, she’s staying over at Dymon’s.”
“You told Winter about the deal.”
“No, and, no, no. Don’t switch the subject. Where the fuck have you been?”
She tip-toed toward the opening of the kitchen to make sure we were still alone.
“Is that why I saw Winter going to sleep in the guest bedroom?”
I downed the rest of my water.
“Is this a first-time thing? Like, who is she?”
I smiled when Metri said ‘like’ because it made me think of Elle.
“What is that smile? This not a first-time thing? Declan, spill, now.”
“Metri, I promise you’re going to be the first to know, so if it spreads to our family, then I’ll know it came from you… but not tonight. I’m tired. Goodnight.”
Before I could walk around her, she slid in front of me.
“No, tell me now. You know how you do.”
“I will tell you. I promise.”
I left her in the kitchen and headed to my room. Passing by the guest bedroom, I saw the door was halfway open and I knew that was Winter’s invitation for me to come in and tell her to come to bed. In her mind, I knew she thought that I wouldn’t want Metri asking questions about her sleeping in a different room, however, I didn’t care to sleep next to her tonight. After her ambush earlier, she could sleep in that room permanently if she wanted. Another reason I didn’t care she was sleeping in the other room was because I was too tired to take a shower. Between work and Elle, there hadn’t been enough hours in a day. Before I laid down, I made sure to set my alarm a little earlier so I could sneak out of the house before talking to Metri; I wanted to keep Elle to myself for as long as I could.